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James Taylor Nov 2017
They came without vision
None questioned their skills
They took a big lead
Then promply got killed
New England was battered
New England was bruised
Atlanta was lunching
And quickly got schooled
The halftime explicits
They blistered the walls
The bigger the lead
The harder they fall
Tom Brady's the gravy
In Belichick's cup
Coach built a big fire
And heated him up
There were some deep passes
Some ***** and some dunks
The hell of it is
It was done without Gronk
That tightend of legend
Who sat in the wings
While wiley Tom Brady
Conducted the thing
It's all big in Texas
Including that game
The hype, the excitement
For Atlanta, the shame
We heard them complaining
We saw them give in
With Julio to lead them
They still couldn't win
But, there is good news
If it wasn't from chocking
They stumble this fall
Then it must be bad coaching
In twenty-eighteen, we'll fire the staff
And bring in some retread
For minimum cash
He'll get the ball rolling
We'll win it, for sure
Or, ole Mr Ryan
We're showing the door
I have a little bag,
I keep it locked away,
Tightend with a pad lock
and locked with a chain

It stays in the closet,
Without mention or thought
Cause this bag of mine
Is it's own pandoras box

And I fill it up,
Almost every day,
With the questions and comments
And things that you say

But this bag of mine,
It's getting full you see...
But opening it
Just might destroy me

And that is a risk
I just can't take
Sorry my love In the closet it stays
But this mornig things changed ..

I went to the bag and found the broken chain
The pieces spilled out like childs play
I'm un sure now of what to do
But pick up the pieces two by two

And but them back in that bag of mine
Lock them away for good this time
But as I reach for each piece
The reality hits me,

This is my life and these are my feelings
Scattered around like a puzzle you found
And dumped on ground It's game over now

You wanted it open and now it is,
Good luck finding where each piece fits
brandon nagley May 2015
Do we inquire to just be heard? Or found?
For I thirst both!!
A movie, a toast, to all concupiscence!!
An attraction between Atlantis and mythology!!
An ideology,
Gleemed between twos kisses,
Where two benches shall be made one!!!!
A clasp tightend by staunch extremities!!!
One soul connection,
Two entities,
Unflawed by mans ***** delight!!!!
A tunneled heaven,
A table polite!!!
Musteth I gait this ill-fated terrain?
Where there's no love, yet all pains to come as womb grosings!!!!
Unrelenting!!!!
Disheartening it is to find mine other fragment,
Where no dialects cometh with mints,
No fridges to hold enduring magnet!!!!
Gridlocked I am to such erroneous enterprise!!!!!

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